Фрэнки Шоу - Трикстер
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So the ladies and gentlemen, Ladiz End Gentlemen. The classical sphere of my current activity is destroyed, well, you understand. Indeed, in order for the hero to not get lost in applause and his own positive qualities, someone should shade him in contrast, right? ... Thank you, my dear. In this sense, today I am a shadow, the reverse side of any nobility, any perfection, positive, hill and heroism, trams, and if the hero is a creator, then I am totally destructive, if the hero is responsible for the generation of high meanings, then I am for their degeneration, Do you understand? And as a necessary counterweight to the center, I always circle, Julia activates the centrifugal trends of the universe, again and again I lead a cunning conspiracy against the center, and thus force the hero to support my so -called extraordinary abilities, talent and endurance in working condition, do you understand? In order to take the so -called central position through unimaginable stresses, again and again saving the already hanging, as you see, in the balance of the world. So the ladies and gentlemen, Ladiz and a gentleman, at the turn of the 19-20 centuries, the conviction that the culture was created in order to sow rational, good, eternal underwent, as you know, a crushing fiasco. And one of the consequences of this process was the so -called rehabilitation in the rights of me today, although I like this process to call this process amnesty. And these are the minds such as Marquez, George Amadu, Outetti, Saimak, Graza, Remes, Abram Terz, Venichka Erofeev, Bulgakov, Strugatsky and many others already remove the handcuffs from me, as you see, and under different names they already take their books to the pages of their books I, the owner of all the above, unbearably impossible qualities, a kind of boy for whipping, a saving intermediary between a vulgarly natural, anally ficl carnival mockingbird, destroyer and, so -called cultural, highly heroic creator, defender. That is why in all subjects about the hero this negligible odion necessarily arises that with Dionysian unbridledness, immorality and cynicism contrasts itself with health, balanced and perfection of the cultural standard. Today, I certainly despise what you are people call the world. Oh how terrible it sounds, right? Fu fu fu fu fu fu! I want an eternal war. Fights and bloodshed. And moreover, I am doing everything today so that the harmony in the world of your low and such everyday form will never come. And now listen to me carefully, my dear people, and I will look at how your jaws glass on the stomachs and knees sweating from today's rzhaki. There are more terrible things than war, do you understand me? This is the degradation of the people. It, with the help of mass information, is one hundred percent dulling. Widespread drug addiction, turning the territory into a country of thieves, whores and alcoholics, tied to hand and foot with widespread kickbacks and bribes. And now tell me, tell everyone separately, which is worse: war or national insignificance, war or the final degradation of the folk spirit? Silence? Wonderful. So the car earned again. And here he is. Again I go out to the center of your chicken coop, clogged with quiing spectacles, to a territory where there is no self -sacrifice and foolishness at all, where everything is miraculously referred to: from yogurt to toilet paper, and when this people turn off to the end the entire fake of natural resources poured and sends away with all these false toys, inside of which only zilch, then on the head of the lit meanings we will sit for a long silence that all the same is worse than war and civil bloodshed ... and looking at your mug -smeared with honey and feathers, I, sorry I, because otherwise I just don’t know how, I’ll go out like a kovkcha, and then put a new pile of bowel movements, from fear for everything that has just been said. You, unable to resist laughter, break off the pole and fluff down, and offer me a galloping bulb so that I, as it were already hundreds of times, soar again into the sky like a rocket, and this grandiose fireworks, be sure, will happen again, and you are again, and you , my dear, do you want a bulb? Bold, we have a lot of them, as you say, there is enough for everyone! And the show, my dear, show-Time ....